LJ:http://kirathaune.livejournal.com/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Gojyo & SanzoRating/Warning: PG-13, for language - I think these two just being in a
room qualifies for PG-13!Summary: People lie for all different reasons... what are Sanzo's?Disclaimers: This is just for fun, no profit made.Notes: Another ficlet for moshesque's Random Holiday Post of Fwee, her
prompt was "little white lies". My first time writing any 53 - and
it's kinda fun!

"But I don't like lies! I don't care what color they are!" Goku
stormed into the room, followed by Hakkai and Gojyo. Sanzo looked up from the
paper he was reading, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Look, kid, I only meant you should have told that girl that the cookies
she made you were good!"

"But they were all burnt! Why would I tell her they were good?"

Gojyo slapped his forehead and stared at the ceiling. "Because she made
them for you - I guess she thinks you're cute or something, even though you're
dumb as a rock. It doesn't hurt anyone for you to tell a little white lie and
say they were good, and it would have made her happy!"

"But that's still lying!"

Hakkai put a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Goku, Gojyo is right. It's a
harmless lie, and would have made her feel good about doing something nice for
you. Now she is crying," he said as he steered Goku back towards the door,
"and you and I are going to come up with a way for you to apologize. Let's
go." They disappeared into the hallway. Gojyo flopped into the chair
across from Sanzo, and threw his legs up onto the table.

Sanzo smirked behind his newspaper. "Of all the people to be teaching
morality to the monkey, kappa, I never would have thought it would be
you."

"Sanzo, the kid's never going to make it with the ladies if he won't tell
a harmless lie now and then. What woman wants to hear that her cooking
sucks?"

"'Little white lies'," Sanzo sneered as he ground out his cigarette.
"Just to make people feel better? Tch."

Gojyo sneered backed at him. "We all tell little white lies, Sanzo-sama.
Even you. But while most people lie to make others feel better, I think
your lies make you feel better."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Gojyo leaned back in his chair. "Oh, like telling people we're your
slaves, or your servants - 'cuz god forbid you should actually admit that we're
your friends. Bitching about how you'd rather be making this godforsaken trip
alone - oooh, but then you'd have to admit that you need us." He dropped
his legs to the floor and stood, grinning. "But you want to know which
ones are my favorites?" He took a few steps towards the monk.

Sanzo backed up against his chair in an instintive retreat. "You're full
of shit. Leave me the fuck alone."

Gojyo hopped over behind Sanzo's chair, leaning in close. "Hey, you
guessed one of them!" He breathed on the back of Sanzo's neck. "Oh, I
don't think you really want to be left alone, Your Pissiness." The paper
fell to the floor as Sanzo tried to get up, but he was thwarted by a pair of
strong hands on his shoulders. He then tried to push back the chair, but Gojyo
blocked him with his body and pushed the chair forward, trapping Sanzo against
the table. Sanzo swatted at the kappa's hands and growled, "Get your
fucking hands off me, cockroach! Don't touch me!"

Gojyo chuckled. "Oooh, you guessed the other one! You're so smart!"
He slid his hands down Sanzo's arms and gripped hard, pinning them to the
monk's sides. He leaned back in and whispered in Sanzo's ear, "I think you
want to be touched, Sanzo-saaaaama." He sucked an earlobe, smiling
when he heard a grunt, and then felt a shudder rack the slender body he was
holding. "You don't want to admit it, so you lie." He bit the
lobe, and was rewarded with a choked "Ngh!" and another shudder.
Gojyo buried his nose in golden hair, breathing cigarette smoke and sandalwood,
then backed off quickly as Sanzo tried to head-butt him. He laughed as Sanzo glared
up at him, pink-cheeked, panting and his hair a mess. The violet eyes were full
of menace, but their pupils were wide and dark. "You lie, but your body
doesn't. I bet I just got you hard, Cherry-chan."

"Asshole! Let me go!"

"What, don't you want to hear my lies? You see, I have them too,
Lord Sanzo." Gojyo stared into that murderous, grudgingly aroused gaze.
"Like the one I tell about not wanting to 'join up with your unholy
ass'," he murmured, loosening his grip on Sanzo's arms just enough to let
his thumbs caress the straining biceps beneath his hands. "I gotta
confess, Princess, it's one fine looking ass and I've spent the last
year or so fantasizing about fucking it into next Thursday." He pressed
his lips to Sanzo's ear and whispered, "But I think my worst one is
telling you I'm only here because of Hakkai." Gojyo kissed the monk's
nose, then pulled away from snapping teeth. He let go of Sanzo's arms and made
it to the door, ducking as the ashtray whizzed past his head and broke against
the wall.

As he shut the door behind him he called out, "Think about that one when
you want to lie to me, Sanzo-sama. But we can have so much more fun with
the truth."